A fight between three monsters, southern doctor, and a moron
Aug 26, 2016 20:32:20 GMT -5
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Post by Oblivion on Aug 26, 2016 20:32:20 GMT -5
~._*The caws of seagulls echo out. Horns blow as freighter ships pull into Port Newark. Greenhorns stumble as they jump off The Creeping Grave to tie off the boat. The Captain scream orders. God awful stench of Newark Bay reeks. Three to four forklifts pull in. Whirring sound of a port crane spins around, dipping down grabbing inventory off of the freighter. The forklifts take off inventory off the freighter.
Right there, isn't the only action going on. You think just because it's only 1:47 in the afternoon, that anyone should or would be immune from any harm? You have I-78 and I-95, with US Highway 9 around there. Newark Liberty Airport is there too, so a warehouse is nearby. This particular warehouse hasn't been taken care for, so you know who is around. You know what that means... A MONSTER HOUSE PARTY... per se.
Some of the windows have been busted out. What windows haven't been broken out, they are boarded up. Once you go in, the wooden floors are warped. You have animals living inside the warehouse. Dogs have been living off on the river rats. You see red eyes. You hope it's more rats, until you hear rats scream!! But, you still see gleaming red eyes looking right at you with shiny yellow teeth.
You gander around, years of old dust. Several old insect nests are seen in all of the corners, of the old warehouse. Some wasps are seen buzzing around. The dogs have gone insane from the numerous bites. From the looks of the one particular dog, it's face is misshapen from being so swollen. The stench of dead carcasses, of other dead dogs. You be surprised canine cannibalism isn't too hard to believe.
Half eaten cats, with wiggly blow flies and maggots. This warehouse is a world within in its own and you know who feels at home. There's been talk lately, crossing that line between reality and fantasy. Is one okay to be that kind of asshole. Depending on the situation. Look around. You are in Newark, New Jersey. Yes, it one would think it would be okay to be an asshole.
People will say shit about Oblivion, try to tear down, for various reasons, but there's something that can never NEVER take away from The Monster... The Dark Messiah... The God of Enlightenment... The Master of Manipulation... IT's accomplishments. Only two other people has done better. This will be mentioned over and over and over again. Like it or not.
Gaggles of the simple minded keep wanting to think that Oblivion is this Jobber King, when in reality IT is the God of all that is Hardcore. The light shifts, which makes the animals scatter for some reason. The dogs stop and look in one direction and growl, barking in one direction. As in all, this IS their home, if you wanna call it such. With the lighting moving, so does the shadows.*_.~
CLICKING... MOANING... HISSING... GROANING...
~._*High pitched giggling are also heard. It seems no matter how hard you try to escape your past, it creeps up on you like a pest that never goes away or someone that never learns their lessons. Several heavy footsteps can be heard, as you see more red eyes coming from the direction along WITH the giggling voices. Rhythmic marching comes into the warehouse. Cadence is heard...*_.~
Voice: One... Two... Three... Four... One... Two... Three... Four... One... Two... Three... Four...
~._*There are several kinds of marching band drums banging. Clarinets and flutes ring out. Twelve military dressed, black clad, with caps, marching in unison, single file, to a random spot in the warehouse. On their right side, of their chest, is three initials... W.H.O. They begin to speak, at once, altogether.*_.~
W.H.O.: WE ARE... WE HONOR OBLIVION!! WE ARE HERE TO HELP THE MONSTER TO RECAPTURE IT'S GLORY!!
~._*Then a familiar face shows. Then another. The girlish squeals, in the back of everyone else, ring out. Melissa and Keith. Something big is about to go down. The Vixens' public display of sexual prowess is never left disappointed. No one is there to watch. They don't care. What they DO care is getting Oblivion to that level IT once felt comfortable at.
Another opportunity for greatness in the hardcore division. But, it's against a bona fide legend, another monster, and an upcoming madman, who Oblivion STILL owes an ass kicking too. At Revenge, not only is WCF going see the fight, but the WORLD ITSELF will see the barrage of violence, that the brain dead drooling have been craving for.
Between sweaty orgasmic moans and groans The Vixens cheer...*_.~
The Vixens: GO OBI!! GO! GO! GO OBI!!
~._*Even the half dead dogs rolled their eyes. Oblivion is petting the dog.*_.~
Oblivion: Inside a suitable place like this, The Monster feels at home, IT remembers.
W.H.O.: REMEMBER OBLIVION... REMEMBER WHAT MADE YOU GREAT!!
Melissa: YES, OBLIVION... REMEMBER!!!
Keith: OBLIVION... BROTHER!! REMEMBER... YOUR GREATNESS!!! Dig deep inside yourself and find the monster. THE MONSTER WITHIN!!
~._*A cough is heard, as The Monster walks around the warehouse. The animals start to follow The Monster.*_.~
Oblivion: A lot has been said about yours truly. Now, just because you have diarrhea of the mouth, does not mean you win the war of the words. You know what IT's talking about, Crazy J?! Let IT tell you straight up son!! You may think you're HOOD...
~._*Oblivion uses quotations with IT's gloved fingers.*_.~
Oblivion: But, you're no monster! The more you flap your mouth. The more you talk. The more you sound like a little bitch. A little punk ass bitch who is WAAAY OUT OF HIS ELEMENT!! That's right Crazy J! The Monster Oblivion just called a member of Zero Tolerance a.... *<cough>* PUNK... ASS... BITCH!!
This Sunday in Jersey, Oblivion will get rebaptized in the blood of you four, to get regenerized. IT WILL HAVE THE POWER BACK!!! You four keep pushing. Others keep mocking. Giving Oblivion the motivation, the purpose; the reasoning for a victory. Why now?! The Monster already has a Hall of fame career. IT needs this. Everyone has heard the voices of doubt. Kick the shit of everyone else. Crazy J, no doubt!! That bitch needs a crowbar down his throat!!
ZMac, we need to spill each other's blood just for the fans alone!! Pillar to post. From corner to corner of the Prudential Center!! You're the champ!! The standard barrier. WE'RE ALL COMING AFTER YOU!! To spill the blood of The Coked Up Madman. But, you call yourself The Evil Incarnate. But, either you have short term memory loss or you're just fucking simple, what is it?!
Oblivion too has had IT's taste in narcotics, true? TRUE??!! Oblivion has been known to rape women, right?! You all seen the murders. If that doesn't make Oblivion as evil or might be MORE evil than you, the ALL great precious Zombie McMorris. That will drive you absolutely crazy!! But, it's true!! DAMN TRUE!! The Hardcore values are more executable for a TRUE Monster. Oblivion made this shit look beautiful!! Blood looks great on IT!! Blood doesn't scare The Monster!!
You four may not be true bitches, but you still will scream!! You four are human!! You're blood is real!! ZMAC HAS FLAWS. WCF, SORRY TO TELL YOU YOU HARDCORE HERO WILL FALL... STAND BACK.. OBLIVION IS YELLING AGAIN! Oh no!! What does that mean?! Does that Hell freezes over?! NO!!! Does that mean that someone from our past will come back?! NO!! HOLY HELL!! Y'all be surprised what bitch about around here!!
Oblivion is SOOOOO God damn excited!!! IT so giddy!! The Monster gets to prove IT's name this Sunday at the Prudential Center!! Oblivion gets to use weapons upon weapons upon weapons. Drag Doc Henry all over that arena. IT will expose the weaknesses of Lester Parrish. It was your biggest mistake of attacking Oblivion. You're just another simian... Monkey See- Monkey Do!! You THOUGHT that since everyone else TRIED to attack The Monster, you would try your hand at it... BUT YOUR DUMB ASS FAILED AT IT!!
But, this Sunday, IT will expose all your weak asses!! This is MY WORLD!! Oblivion is the Hardcore God!! IT will carve into your souls deep enough that you will think twice enough before you talk smack about your next WCF Hardcore Champion, which will be Oblivion's ninth Hardcore Championship!! This is WHAT Oblivion is fighting for!!! This is WHY The Monster IS fighting for!!!
And this is why you will... CHOKE... ON... THIS!!!!
~._*Oblivion grabs the mangy mutt that has been walking around, picking up the dog and looking at the swollen head, The Monster makes a TRUE definition of the name, when Keith whistles... Oblivion turns IT's head towards the direction of Keith, catching something...*_.~
THWACK!!!
~._*Oblivion drops the lifeless dog on the ground.*_.~
Oblivion: IT just noticed something. The dog was female. Crazy J!! Just like here, this Sunday, Oblivion is gonna stab ITself a bitch!! Like you!! YEA YOU!! At least IT has some respect for McMorris!! Now, if you fuckwads don't mind, it stinks in here reminds me of someone's tunahole...
~._*The W.H.O. proceeds to leave. The Vixens are in a "fuck pile" The Gathering are chasing after the animals. Melissa and Keith just slowly walk out. Oblivion walks over to a corner and sits, proceeds to meditate.*_.~
Right there, isn't the only action going on. You think just because it's only 1:47 in the afternoon, that anyone should or would be immune from any harm? You have I-78 and I-95, with US Highway 9 around there. Newark Liberty Airport is there too, so a warehouse is nearby. This particular warehouse hasn't been taken care for, so you know who is around. You know what that means... A MONSTER HOUSE PARTY... per se.
Some of the windows have been busted out. What windows haven't been broken out, they are boarded up. Once you go in, the wooden floors are warped. You have animals living inside the warehouse. Dogs have been living off on the river rats. You see red eyes. You hope it's more rats, until you hear rats scream!! But, you still see gleaming red eyes looking right at you with shiny yellow teeth.
You gander around, years of old dust. Several old insect nests are seen in all of the corners, of the old warehouse. Some wasps are seen buzzing around. The dogs have gone insane from the numerous bites. From the looks of the one particular dog, it's face is misshapen from being so swollen. The stench of dead carcasses, of other dead dogs. You be surprised canine cannibalism isn't too hard to believe.
Half eaten cats, with wiggly blow flies and maggots. This warehouse is a world within in its own and you know who feels at home. There's been talk lately, crossing that line between reality and fantasy. Is one okay to be that kind of asshole. Depending on the situation. Look around. You are in Newark, New Jersey. Yes, it one would think it would be okay to be an asshole.
People will say shit about Oblivion, try to tear down, for various reasons, but there's something that can never NEVER take away from The Monster... The Dark Messiah... The God of Enlightenment... The Master of Manipulation... IT's accomplishments. Only two other people has done better. This will be mentioned over and over and over again. Like it or not.
Gaggles of the simple minded keep wanting to think that Oblivion is this Jobber King, when in reality IT is the God of all that is Hardcore. The light shifts, which makes the animals scatter for some reason. The dogs stop and look in one direction and growl, barking in one direction. As in all, this IS their home, if you wanna call it such. With the lighting moving, so does the shadows.*_.~
CLICKING... MOANING... HISSING... GROANING...
~._*High pitched giggling are also heard. It seems no matter how hard you try to escape your past, it creeps up on you like a pest that never goes away or someone that never learns their lessons. Several heavy footsteps can be heard, as you see more red eyes coming from the direction along WITH the giggling voices. Rhythmic marching comes into the warehouse. Cadence is heard...*_.~
Voice: One... Two... Three... Four... One... Two... Three... Four... One... Two... Three... Four...
~._*There are several kinds of marching band drums banging. Clarinets and flutes ring out. Twelve military dressed, black clad, with caps, marching in unison, single file, to a random spot in the warehouse. On their right side, of their chest, is three initials... W.H.O. They begin to speak, at once, altogether.*_.~
W.H.O.: WE ARE... WE HONOR OBLIVION!! WE ARE HERE TO HELP THE MONSTER TO RECAPTURE IT'S GLORY!!
~._*Then a familiar face shows. Then another. The girlish squeals, in the back of everyone else, ring out. Melissa and Keith. Something big is about to go down. The Vixens' public display of sexual prowess is never left disappointed. No one is there to watch. They don't care. What they DO care is getting Oblivion to that level IT once felt comfortable at.
Another opportunity for greatness in the hardcore division. But, it's against a bona fide legend, another monster, and an upcoming madman, who Oblivion STILL owes an ass kicking too. At Revenge, not only is WCF going see the fight, but the WORLD ITSELF will see the barrage of violence, that the brain dead drooling have been craving for.
Between sweaty orgasmic moans and groans The Vixens cheer...*_.~
The Vixens: GO OBI!! GO! GO! GO OBI!!
~._*Even the half dead dogs rolled their eyes. Oblivion is petting the dog.*_.~
Oblivion: Inside a suitable place like this, The Monster feels at home, IT remembers.
W.H.O.: REMEMBER OBLIVION... REMEMBER WHAT MADE YOU GREAT!!
Melissa: YES, OBLIVION... REMEMBER!!!
Keith: OBLIVION... BROTHER!! REMEMBER... YOUR GREATNESS!!! Dig deep inside yourself and find the monster. THE MONSTER WITHIN!!
~._*A cough is heard, as The Monster walks around the warehouse. The animals start to follow The Monster.*_.~
Oblivion: A lot has been said about yours truly. Now, just because you have diarrhea of the mouth, does not mean you win the war of the words. You know what IT's talking about, Crazy J?! Let IT tell you straight up son!! You may think you're HOOD...
~._*Oblivion uses quotations with IT's gloved fingers.*_.~
Oblivion: But, you're no monster! The more you flap your mouth. The more you talk. The more you sound like a little bitch. A little punk ass bitch who is WAAAY OUT OF HIS ELEMENT!! That's right Crazy J! The Monster Oblivion just called a member of Zero Tolerance a.... *<cough>* PUNK... ASS... BITCH!!
This Sunday in Jersey, Oblivion will get rebaptized in the blood of you four, to get regenerized. IT WILL HAVE THE POWER BACK!!! You four keep pushing. Others keep mocking. Giving Oblivion the motivation, the purpose; the reasoning for a victory. Why now?! The Monster already has a Hall of fame career. IT needs this. Everyone has heard the voices of doubt. Kick the shit of everyone else. Crazy J, no doubt!! That bitch needs a crowbar down his throat!!
ZMac, we need to spill each other's blood just for the fans alone!! Pillar to post. From corner to corner of the Prudential Center!! You're the champ!! The standard barrier. WE'RE ALL COMING AFTER YOU!! To spill the blood of The Coked Up Madman. But, you call yourself The Evil Incarnate. But, either you have short term memory loss or you're just fucking simple, what is it?!
Oblivion too has had IT's taste in narcotics, true? TRUE??!! Oblivion has been known to rape women, right?! You all seen the murders. If that doesn't make Oblivion as evil or might be MORE evil than you, the ALL great precious Zombie McMorris. That will drive you absolutely crazy!! But, it's true!! DAMN TRUE!! The Hardcore values are more executable for a TRUE Monster. Oblivion made this shit look beautiful!! Blood looks great on IT!! Blood doesn't scare The Monster!!
You four may not be true bitches, but you still will scream!! You four are human!! You're blood is real!! ZMAC HAS FLAWS. WCF, SORRY TO TELL YOU YOU HARDCORE HERO WILL FALL... STAND BACK.. OBLIVION IS YELLING AGAIN! Oh no!! What does that mean?! Does that Hell freezes over?! NO!!! Does that mean that someone from our past will come back?! NO!! HOLY HELL!! Y'all be surprised what bitch about around here!!
Oblivion is SOOOOO God damn excited!!! IT so giddy!! The Monster gets to prove IT's name this Sunday at the Prudential Center!! Oblivion gets to use weapons upon weapons upon weapons. Drag Doc Henry all over that arena. IT will expose the weaknesses of Lester Parrish. It was your biggest mistake of attacking Oblivion. You're just another simian... Monkey See- Monkey Do!! You THOUGHT that since everyone else TRIED to attack The Monster, you would try your hand at it... BUT YOUR DUMB ASS FAILED AT IT!!
But, this Sunday, IT will expose all your weak asses!! This is MY WORLD!! Oblivion is the Hardcore God!! IT will carve into your souls deep enough that you will think twice enough before you talk smack about your next WCF Hardcore Champion, which will be Oblivion's ninth Hardcore Championship!! This is WHAT Oblivion is fighting for!!! This is WHY The Monster IS fighting for!!!
And this is why you will... CHOKE... ON... THIS!!!!
~._*Oblivion grabs the mangy mutt that has been walking around, picking up the dog and looking at the swollen head, The Monster makes a TRUE definition of the name, when Keith whistles... Oblivion turns IT's head towards the direction of Keith, catching something...*_.~
THWACK!!!
~._*Oblivion drops the lifeless dog on the ground.*_.~
Oblivion: IT just noticed something. The dog was female. Crazy J!! Just like here, this Sunday, Oblivion is gonna stab ITself a bitch!! Like you!! YEA YOU!! At least IT has some respect for McMorris!! Now, if you fuckwads don't mind, it stinks in here reminds me of someone's tunahole...
~._*The W.H.O. proceeds to leave. The Vixens are in a "fuck pile" The Gathering are chasing after the animals. Melissa and Keith just slowly walk out. Oblivion walks over to a corner and sits, proceeds to meditate.*_.~
